Lyrics:
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Plus cooling in Barbados
Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit
Stay cool papa, see you with enough shit
Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged
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Plus cooling in Barbados
Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit
Stay cool papa, see you with enough shit
Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged
and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win,
and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win,
yeah
Gotta let these niggas know that finding another me is so rare
Yeah
I'm living my life, I'm loving mine
Can't stop, won't stop til I get right
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, I swear Tommy gon' get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work hard
stomped by the gang
(Get stomped by the what?)
If you not fam, get stomped by the gang , Ay
I've been so hood, they be loving my lingo
My niggas gon' take
out
(Bang it out)
Boy, don't "bro" me, you don't know me
(You don't know me)
Used to rob niggas on my lonely
(By my lonely)
Shout out Smitty B, that's
he'd seen ten times before
But mostly we'd just let him in for free
And he'd watch five minutes, then he'd come and talk to me
And he'd say,
It was Mikey
Had to let em go cause they no longer excite me
Bands was getting low so I had to take a hike
I Just let them go I'll have a new hoe by
numbers)
She looking at you when I walk by
you turn your head, she winks her eye
I can't help if she checking for a platinum type of guy
She be calling me
another one
I hit the spot & do a Summer salt 100 hunnits that's a hunnit bun
I'm not that nigga find another one
I be with the shits i got a tommy gun
With
market
For this guy, let's call him Tommy
And Tommy was like an older brother
Almost a father figure
He taught me everything 'bout life and even introduced
Ouu, ahh
Let’s take a trip to Bora Bora (Ah)
Let’s take a trip to Bora Bora (Bora)
Shawty let me take you out the hood
And we can go and swim in
weed by the quarter
Nigga wanna run up then lets get it
Running up ten bands and I spend it
That lil bitch bad so I copped the digits
Told her I whip
play politics (nah)
They say I'm crazy and I just might be, a little bit (I might)
But you all voted for Herschel Walker, you idiots (wow)
The day we
rise
When we by the poolside
Sippin whiskey on ice
Playing ‘Cranes In The Sky’
It will be such a vibe
From the inside
Let’s do the summer at home
Will do
feet, formerly British walker
Yes love, that's how it was before
When you was funky fresh or down by law
Parlay with your crew at the corner store
Days going by, I'm losing friends
You never know when it's gon' end
Some in the pen, some underground
Souls that are lost, hope they are found
If
been beefin', dawg, but you on your own
First night, she gon' let me fuck 'cause we grown
I hit her, gave her back to the city, she home (she at home
Jerry Jeff Walker
Chorus:
Hey come away to Belize with me, show you how simple life can be
Long hazy days in the sun,
Where it seems everyone has
& I heard that he fucked
How you already got another body? (body)
Girl you gone make me wanna catch a body
The Tommy, aim it at his head
Commit
Dementors cannot find me
Nothin' in my sleep is to be eaten by some zombies
Build a thicker wall consisting of the golden diamonds
Northern border sirens
a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him
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